Still more mysterious was the delight which I felt when the girl shook her head slowly and answered: 'Even if he comes, it will mean nothing.' "I said: 'Then let us intercept him and send him back!' "She cried out, as if I had hurt her: 'No, no, no!' and twisted her fingers together in pain.

She added at once: 'What of poor Dad ?' "'Your father,' I confessed, 'had for the moment slipped my mind.' "It seemed to me, however, that it was not wholly on her father's account that she was grieved.

She wished Mr.Barry to return, and yet she dreaded his coming.

It was most mysterious.

However, I had started Miss Cumberland thinking.